Hearing Bai Kong's words, the old man's face turned pale with anger.
"That's the demon from the Blood Demon Sect."
The Black Prison was what they called that place. In fact, the Black Prison was not a prison, but a place of death, an evil place left after the battle between the mighty. The remnants of the blood demons near their Motian Temple lived in the Black Prison.
Ordinary people will go crazy if they get close to that place. Even cultivators who have not entered the realm of soul refining will find it difficult to survive. The master of Wanxiang Xianmen is not actually very skilled, and all his skills are stimulated by the larvae of Yiming Gu. Before, Chen Luo went to the third restricted area, which caused the connection of Yiming Gu to be interrupted. After the acting master lost the power of "borrowing life Gu", he accidentally fell into the hands of Bai Kong and others.
"I just know that he can protect us now."
Bai Kong shook his head and slowly stood up.
"With the Blood Demon here, even the Wanxiang Patriarch wouldn't dare to provoke us! If he dares to come over, he will definitely fall into the trap I have set for him."
The old man moved his mouth twice but didn't say a word.
The Blood Demon was able to wreak havoc in the world of immortal cultivation for so many years, so he was definitely not an ordinary character. The old man was also aware of the Blood Demon's name, but he instinctively felt a little panicked, which was the panic of a weak person who could not control the situation.
"The Wanxiang Patriarch is just a cultivator in the early stage of the Hedao. As long as the seniors of the Blood Demon Sect come, the Wanxiang Patriarch will die, and his Wanxiang Immortal Sect will also..."
Bang!
Bai Kong's head suddenly exploded while he was speaking, blood and bone fragments shattered all over the ground. The remaining half of his body shook twice and fell to the ground.
A force as vast as the ocean descended from the sky.
At this moment, all the monks in the Moten Temple saw the figure in the sky.
"Ancestor Wanxiang?!"
The old man's eyes widened, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He knew that Bai Kong's behavior would lead to revenge from the Wanxiang Immortal Sect, but he didn't expect the revenge to come so quickly.
He subconsciously glanced at the half white space left on the ground, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.
'Where's your dragnet?'
What a shocking plan, but people died before it even started. This Wanxiang Patriarch didn't follow their plan at all.
"We in Motian Temple have already surrendered to the Blood Demon. Senior Wanxiang must carefully consider the consequences of taking action against us." Suppressing the fear in his heart, the old man took a few steps forward and began to buy time for the disciples outside to escape.
"Blood demon?"
The figure in the air only became completely solid at this moment.
The mountain breeze blows, and the black robe flutters.
The mountain where the entire Motian Temple is located was covered with a thick layer of fog. Fog continued to rise near the cliff. At the beginning, the fog was normal, but slowly it turned blood red.
"It's the senior from the Blood Demon Sect who's here!"
The old man was very excited. If he had seen the signs of the Blood Demon's revival in the past, he would have been the first to escape. But now, with the ancestor of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect stepping on his head, the blood demon who was seeking his life has become the last straw for their Motian Temple.
"The senior of the Blood Demon Sect is a powerful person in the middle stage of the He Dao, Ancestor Wanxiang, it's not too late for you to retreat now!"
With the bloody mist, the old man's confidence suddenly rose. No matter how he scolded Bai Kong before, he had to stand on the side of Motian Temple now. He could still distinguish between internal and external contradictions, which was the foundation of a sect.
'Fake.'
The Qiuyuan in the cave gourd responded directly. If it was the real blood demon, Qiuyuan would have jumped out long ago. He and the blood demon had a deep blood feud. As long as Chen Luo faced the blood demon, he would definitely rush to the front.
"What kind of 'Tao' are you practicing at Motian Temple? Forget it, I'll see for myself."
Chen Luo stretched out his right hand.
A small gray ball appeared in the palm of his hand, and the gray-white power enveloped the entire Motian Temple like a curtain of light.
The old man below felt his body sink, and not only him, but all the monks in the Motian Temple in the entire area felt this pressure. Several monks who had already fled to the edge were directly frozen in place, and the rules of the entire area seemed to have been rewritten.
Various illusions appeared in everyone's eyes. These illusions were varied. Some people saw their deceased relatives, and others saw their deceased fellow Taoists.
The old man who faced Chen Luo entered a strange world. Here, he saw the Motian Temple in its heyday. His master, Motian Shangren, was smiling and waving at him not far away. His deceased senior brother put his right hand on his shoulder and told him about his childhood.
"This is?!!"
The old man's heart trembled, he discovered the problem.
He wanted to break free, but his heart kept telling him to watch a little longer.
"Yunji, what are you doing?"
The master's voice echoed in his ears, at the same frequency as in his memory, causing his steps to freeze in mid-air.
"Master"
The old man was terrified by the fact that they knew there were problems all around them but still refused to leave. Even he, who was at the Return to Void Realm, was like this, so what would the other disciples be facing?
"Don't be distracted. The future of the Sky Temple still depends on you."
The master had a smile on his face, and the golden setting sun shining on his face gave the old man a warm feeling.
"Master, I disappoint you!!"
The old monk Yunji knelt on the ground and cried like a child. The old man standing opposite him kindly reached out his hand and stroked his head.
"As long as I am here, it's okay."
The tone of voice remained the same, even the temperature of the palm was the same as I remembered.
A monk of Hedao!
This is the magical power of Hedao. How ridiculous are the calculations of their Motian Temple. In front of such a powerful immortal, any conspiracy and trick can be crushed with one hand.
A bloody light rushed out from below, and a demon with blood all over his body flew into the air. This person was wearing a bloody robe, with red hair and eyebrows, and even his pupils were blood red. Before the person got close, Chen Luo smelled a strong smell of blood.
That is the breath of the blood pool.
"Who dares to touch my blood food!"
The ball of light in Chen Luo's hand showed a slight dent under the influence of this person.
The blood-stained robe man's eyes flashed, and he reached out his right hand to grab in the air below.
A twisted force spread out from his palm. The monks of Motian Temple, who were trapped in the illusion of the inner demon, were like prey sucked by the evil spirit. A blood thread appeared on each of them. These blood threads gathered on the blood shadow, and the other party's dry breath instantly recovered to its peak.
In an instant, a layer of blood-red light curtain spread over, trying to break Chen Luo's control over this area.
boom!!
The two forces of the Dao collided fiercely in mid-air. The blood demon, who was full of momentum, shook his body, and his floating body was swept away by the gray-white force like debris.
"Um?!"
A flash of shock flashed through the blood-robed man's heart. He had sensed Chen Luo's strength before he made his move. He made his move only after he was sure that he was at the initial stage of Hedao. But the spiritual power that was fed back from the collision just now did not seem like something that a cultivator at the initial stage of Hedao could do.
"Is it because I have been in seclusion for too long and have lost touch with the outside world of immortal cultivation?"
The blood-robed man's eyes moved and subconsciously fell on the small ball in Chen Luo's hand.
This small ball is the "Tao" condensed by Chen Luo. Unlike the cultivators in the outside world, the cultivation method in the Emperor's Tomb World is "to unite the Tao with the body". From the moment of promotion, the "Tao" becomes a part of their body. The cultivators in the outside world only improve their realm and cultivate their own strength.
"This is the ancient method of the restricted area."
The blood-stained robe man's expression changed, and he saw the problem at a glance.
He turned around with a whoosh, no longer caring about the monks in the Moten Temple below, and fled outside desperately.
As the remnant of the Blood Demon Sect that was wreaking havoc on the area, the Blood Robe Man was naturally not a weakling. His flying speed was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. From the Blood Demon Ancestor's flying technique, it could be seen that the Blood Demon's flying technique was not slow. Even the Winged Man Ancestor who was in the Mahayana realm could not escape the Blood Demon Ancestor's pursuit.
"You don't want your blood food anymore?"
Chen Luoxu took a step, and the aura on his body changed visibly.
The Black Snake Demon Saint, who had just entered the third forbidden area, took the initiative. His body appeared above the Blood Demon's head as if teleporting. He raised his hand and pressed it silently on the opponent's back. A circle of black light exploded in his palm.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the flying man in the blood-red robe crashed heavily into a mountain below, like a fly that was knocked down from mid-air by him.
The violent impact caused a series of explosions, and the speed only slowed down after crashing through seven or eight hills.
In the middle of the ruins, the blood bubble man was covered in blood, his bones were sticking out of his flesh, and his legs were bent into irregular shapes. The blood-colored area that had previously wrapped around him was now like a tattered shroud, full of holes.
"My Dao Soul crushes me? How is that possible!"
The blood-robed man's face turned pale. He was in the middle stage of He Dao! Anyone who could crush his soul must be at least in the late stage of He Dao. He actually provoked an old monster of this level because of the blood food of Motian Temple.
If he had known that the 'Ancestor of All Things' had such strength, he would never have come here no matter what.
Buzz!
The gray-white power spread over, and the seriously injured blood-robed man was instantly pulled in by the power of the inner demon. The blood-robed man instinctively felt something was wrong and wanted to resist. But the blood ring around him had already been broken, and the resistance only lasted for three breaths before it was dispersed.
"Xuechen, you disappoint me so much."
The blood-robed man opened his eyes and found himself back in the Blood Demon Hall. The figure that frightened him in his dreams was sitting on the throne, looking down at him. Next to the blood shadow stood two rows of people. These people were the elites of the Blood Demon Sect in Xuechen's memory, and each one was stronger than him.
"Grandmaster, please give me another chance."
Xuechen didn't know why he came to this place, but the fear in his heart made him instinctively ask for help.
'Am I not fighting a battle?'
Kneeling on the ground, Xuechen quietly observed the hall. Soon he noticed something was wrong, because he saw an old enemy who had been dead for many years.
"Is it the inner demon?"
After figuring out the problem, Xuechen Hunji stood up and wanted to start resisting.
But his power had just risen when it was pressed back by the figure above.
"You dare to resist?"
There was a hint of anger in the ancestor's voice in his memory. Xuechen's heart trembled, but he still managed to stand up.
"You're fake, you can't scare me."
After all, Xue Chen is a Hedao cultivator. Even in the Heart Demon Realm, he is stronger than everyone in Motian Temple. (End of this chapter)
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